The Wife's Permanent Offer

The dining room had barely cleared when she turned to her husband with that commanding tone that left no room for argument. "Go to the store. We need more wine." He left without a word, the front door clicking shut behind him. She led you down the hallway to their private bedroom, the door closing with a soft but final sound. She didn't waste time with pleasantries. "You know exactly why he brought you here tonight," she said, stepping closer. "He's been hard since the moment you walked through the door. Rock hard through the entire meal, thinking about your mouth on his cock."

She studied your face, then asked directly, "You want to suck his cock, don't you?" "Yes," you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. "So much. But I don't want you angry with me." Her smile was sharp. "I want his cock in your mouth five to seven times a day. Every single day this month. And you're going to swallow every load he gives you." She stepped even closer, her voice dropping lower. "When you're at the office, he's going to call me while you're on your knees. I want to hear every wet sound your mouth makes around him. Every gulp when he finishes down your throat."

She reached out and straightened your collar, almost tender. "Do we understand each other?" "Yes, yes, yes—whatever you want, just tell me," you replied, heart pounding. She smirked, eyes gleaming with satisfaction. "Follow me. If you're going to be his personal sex toy, you're going to be spotless." She led you into the master bathroom. The lights were bright and clinical. She pointed at the shower. "Strip. Everything off." You obeyed, clothes dropping to the tile. She handed you a bottle of Nair. "Hair goes. All of it except your head."

You lathered every inch below your neck, the chemical smell sharp in the air. She watched, arms crossed, as the cream did its work. When you rinsed, your skin came out smooth and bare. "Now the enemas," she said. She filled the bag three times, making you bend over the tub each round. Warm water flooded in, then rushed out, leaving you empty and trembling. After the third, she declared you clean. She squeezed a generous amount of thick lube onto her fingers and worked it deep into your hole, twisting and stretching until you were slick and open. "That's better. Ready for your new secret lover."

She handed you a towel. "Dry off. Then listen carefully." "You'll email me after every session. Tell me exactly what you loved—how his cock tasted, how much cum you swallowed, how your throat felt when he finished. Every detail." "Next weekend we'll decide if you move in as our live-in whore. Quit the company. We'll cover everything—money, food, healthcare, a room here. All you have to do is be available." She stepped closer, voice dropping to a purr. "Your number-one goal every waking hour is to suck his cock, ride his cock, lick his cock, balls, and ass clean—four or five times a day, minimum. And you love that idea, don't you, sissy slut? I can see it all over your face."

She gave your smooth ass a sharp slap. "Now get dressed and go home. Tomorrow at the office, the real work begins." But before you could move, she called her husband back early. He returned, eyes dark with hunger, and she directed him to the bed with a wicked grin. "Show him what that mouth can do," she commanded, her own pussy already wet and dripping as she watched from the chair. You dropped to your knees, taking his hard cock between your lips in a slow, teasing blowjob that made him groan.

The tension built as she offered sharp commentary. "Deeper, sissy slut—don't be shy with that cock. I want to hear you gag on it." You bobbed faster, tongue swirling, feeling him throb while she slipped a hand between her legs, fingers circling her wet pussy with lazy strokes. He grew harder, panting as your mouth worked him expertly. "That's it, take every inch," she purred, voice laced with wit. "Imagine this every day—your only job, draining him while I listen on the phone."

Sweating and horny, you felt his ass clench under your hands as you deepthroated him, the room filling with wet sounds and his ragged breathing. She stood, pressing close to whisper in your ear. "Swallow it all, baby slut. Show me you're ready for decades of this." He came with a shudder, hot cum flooding your throat in thick pulses that you gulped down eagerly, some dripping from your lips as you panted. She smiled approvingly, her own arousal evident in the glistening sheen on her thighs.

Afterward, she pulled you up, wiping your mouth with a finger before tasting it herself. "Good start," she said, voice husky yet commanding. "But next time, you'll ride him too, and I'll join in ways that make you beg." You dressed on shaky legs, the promise of more hanging heavy in the air. She gave your ass one last squeeze. "Tomorrow at the office, remember who owns that mouth now."

Even twenty years from now, baby slut, you'll still be our private cock whore at our service and pleasures always.